But Kevin had a tale to tell
Of how he did yell
His experience was tall
Someone kicked him like a ball
But before he opened up
Of how he was blown up
What he went through as he grew up
His aunt made her speed up
She wanted him to man-up
Natasha had another story
We all know how she lost her glory
It was head on with a lorry
What she’ll forever carry
In her previous marriage
She was the carriage
In that Village
In that her small age
She never had a say
She couldn’t answer a hey
From a guy making hay
Or that man named gray
Natasha was the nurturing one
Was the servant in the house
The chef in the house
She was the weaker one
Natasha was the hustler
Bill was the dictator like Hitler
Bill’s quantity of support was smaller
Whenever she was sick Jesus was the healer
So it was time for Kevin to speak
His side story at the peak…
Watch out for part SEVEN
And hear Kevin side of the story
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